Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Move,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.